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~For my daughter Cheryl and her fiancé Ken~ |
Here's to the mystery and magic of sustaining Love........................... |
We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden. Jean Baptiste Henry Lacordaire |

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove............. |

O no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken............... |



Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks...
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But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare~~
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